The poets and poetry of Europe, with intr. and biogr. notices, by H.W. LongfellowHenry Wadsworth Longfellow 1871 |
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ALADDIN Angantyr arms ballads battle bear beauty beneath Bisclaveret blood born bosom breast breath bride bright called century courser court dance Danish Danish language dark dear death dialects earth Ettin eyes fair falchion fame father fear flame flowers frae Freyr Frithiof German German language Goethe gold golden grace HAKON hand hath hauberk hear heart heaven hero holy honor Iceland Jötun Jötunheim king lady land language light lived look Lord maid maiden Minnesingers mother ne'er never night noble Norsemen o'er Odin Olger Petrarch poem poet poetical poetry praise proud ring rose round SALADIN sang sighs sing Skalds smile song soon sorrow soul spirit stars steed stood sweet sword tears tell thee Thialfe thine Thor thou art thought Thrym translated Trouvères voice vols wander wave ween wild words young youth
Népszerű szakaszok
481. oldal - Ye sons of freedom, wake to glory! Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears and hear their cries!
339. oldal - But what binds us, friend to friend, But that soul with soul can blend ? Soul-like were those hours of yore : Let us walk in soul once more. Take, O boatman, thrice thy fee, — Take, — I give it willingly; For, invisible to thee. Spirits twain have crossed with me.
554. oldal - Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind...
239. oldal - The ancient prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell ; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour, On earth is not his fellow.
182. oldal - And when Jesus came to the place, He looked up, and saw him, and said unto him, "Zaccheus, make haste, and come down; for today I must abide at thy house.
553. oldal - YES ! hope may with my strong desire keep pace, And I be undeluded, unbetrayed ; For if of our affections none find grace In sight of Heaven, then wherefore hath God made The world which we inhabit ? Better plea Love cannot have, than that in loving thee Glory to that eternal Peace is paid, ^Tio such divinity to thee imparts As hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts.
359. oldal - A region of drought, where no river glides, Nor rippling brook with osiered sides ; Where sedgy pool, nor bubbling fount, Nor tree, nor cloud, nor misty mount, Appears, to refresh the aching eye : But the barren earth, and the burning sky, And the blank horizon, round and round, Spread — void of living sight or sound.
326. oldal - Land ! O Land ! For all the broken-hearted The mildest herald by our fate allotted, Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand To lead us with a gentle hand Into the land of the great Departed, Into the Silent Land ;
434. oldal - The beautiful spring delights me well, When flowers and leaves are growing ; And it pleases my heart to hear the swell Of the birds' sweet chorus flowing In the echoing wood : And I love to see, all scattered around, Pavilions and tents on the martial ground ; And my spirit finds it good, To see, on the level plains beyond, Gay knights and steeds...
239. oldal - God's word, for all their craft and force, One moment will not linger, But, spite of hell, shall have its course; 'Tis written by his finger. And, though they take our life, Goods, honour, children, wife, Yet is their profit small; These things shall vanish all: The city of God remaineth.